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Dreams Are Small

  1. In land of stars the blackness rules and light is slave to dark.
  2. A land where stars are forced to stay where night has e’er them parked.
  3. The stars are small, their skies are broad, the space above us vast,
  4. Yet we on earth are small as sand and brittle as the glass.
  5. Our hopes and dreams are big to us, and joy inside us felt
  6. When we wish upon them much and look to them for help.
  7. But dreams get broke and hopes do shatter and wishes don’t come true.
  8. They’re all br’ttle, ’cuz they’re all small when they’re looked in view.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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